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Updated: June 16, 2025
Then they sat and talked boy-fashion about all sorts of things, among others, gardening; for Nat, looking down from his perch, asked what was planted in the many little patches lying below them on the other side of the brook. "These are our farms," said Tommy.
Jeff was most appreciative of this; and Terry made extravagant gestures of admiration, which seemed to set them off, boy-fashion, to show their skill.
All crowded, boy-fashion, about the newcomers. Benjamin soon made up his mind that the Hollanders, notwithstanding their queer gibberish, were a fine set of fellows.
Also the lad felt a kind of pity for the creature, and tried, in his plain boy-fashion, to instruct him, and make him "a little more like other folk." Signy did not like fule-Tammy: she did not like his sidelong, leering expression; and she always avoided him, notwithstanding her brother's oft-repeated declaration that the man "wasn't so bad as he looked."
Pamela laid her work aside, and went out of the room, and then Ralph, who was in the habit of patronizing Theo occasionally, came to his favorite corner and sat down, his rough hands clasped round his knees, boy-fashion. "I say, Theo," he began. "I wonder how much it would cost a fellow to buy a cutlass a real one?" "I don't know," Theo answered, indifferently. "I never bought a cutlass, Ralph."
If you do, it requires no explanation. Here is a fourteen-year-old lad, intrusted with a message of the utmost importance for military headquarters in Antwerp. He left Brussels in civilian clothing, but he had neglected to take off his boy scout shirt boy-fashion! The Germans captured him and stripped him, and they burned the boy scout shirt.
"Rothgar!" the King exclaimed with great cordiality, and stepped from the doorway to meet him. "Willingly do I make the change, for I have been wishing to speak with you this last hour. I have thought of a fine plan for to-morrow's sport." Laying his arm boy-fashion across his foster-brother's shoulders, he swung him around toward the river. "But we will not go in there to do our talking.
Gently raising her window she slipped out upon the piazza roof, crawled upon her hands and knees to the edge, tossed her riding crop to the ground and then, boy-fashion slid down the piazza pillar as easily as Athol could have done it. Picking up the riding crop she sped across the lawn to the stable, well hidden by the foliage.
The children could see that it was a big, shaggy white dog, who wagged his tail in greeting as he walked up to them. "Oh, what a lovely dog!" cried Nan. "I wonder where he belongs?" The fine animal came on. Bert snapped his fingers, boy-fashion. Instantly the dog stood up on his hind legs and began marching about in a circle on the path. "Oh, what a queer dog!" cried Flossie.
The children could see that it was a big, shaggy white dog, who wagged his tail in greeting as he walked up to them. "Oh, what a lovely dog!" cried Nan, "I wonder where he belongs?" The fine animal came on. Bert snapped his fingers, boy-fashion. Instantly the dog stood up on his hind legs and began marching about in a circle on the path. "Oh, what a queer dog!" cried Flossie.
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